“Ugh!” she cried. “Take it way. The nasty thing!”
“Nasty!” cried Squdge with surprise. “Why it’s good. Haven’t you ever eaten a tadpole before?”
“No, and I don’t want to eat one now, either.”
All the other chickens said the same, so Squdge ate the tadpole himself, and very good it tasted to him, too.
“I’ll tell you what,” said Queek; “I don’t believe mother would mind if we went in here where the water is shallow, and had a swim. It’s deep enough if we hold up our legs.”
On and on they went, leaping and snatching
“But we don’t know how to swim,” cried the chickens.